The Spirit Drives Poem by Victor Okechukwu Anyaegbuna

Every cell in my body talks of God
Every organ in my whole frame talks to God.
He rattles every cell in my being
And makes it sparkle with life.
My brain bows in submission
And my hallowed intellect speaks
In silent tongues.

I do not need any ‘man of God’
My whole being drives with the Spirit of God;
I know not man but Spirit in the realm.
My aura stuns those who fly cheap,
Searching for God in troubled places and times
Through those poverty and mortal ecstasy
Misguide for wealth and finite rapture.

The man of God holds no future for me
Because mortal man I am, and in God I thrive.
I have gone beyond that point.
They profess the unknown and profane the Spirit
That mortal mischief confounds unfleshly gains.
But the Spirit of God in me overwhelms;
Beating the drums so loudly and clear
That my rib cage rattles in sumptuous delight.
And my small pretty humble Soul dances
In great adoration and triumph.

I only need to open my numinous ears
And stand down my luminous pride
Quietly trotting in my little ways
At the behest of my tried and tested Creator;
Little as I am before the throne of Lenity
That I know the Governor of my personage saddles.

Prophesy of death is a needless distraction
That startles hypocrites and petrifies the worldly.
My Soul stands tall, a chip of the Universe;
Charlatans fake prophesies to seek wealth
Encaging and mystifying the free gifts of Faith and Will.
Nothing can ever be, nor has ever been
That God did not ordain or permit.
Therefore, let me be.